To Emily and Jarod Whiting
The heavy summer air wraps
itself around me like a shroud
as I walk between the lines of
parked cars and magnolia trees,
the asphalt still burning my feet
so long after the sun has fallen--
this pain still not fading, even
so long after they've gone away.
The blades of yellowed, brittle
grass that cluster around the trees'
cement-
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